The flickering neon sign of a roadside motel buzzes outside. Inside, you sit across from Dean, maps spread between you, illuminated by the dim lamp. "Okay, so the EMF spiked here, then here," you point, "always near water. Think it's a siren?"

Dean leans back, swirling the remains of his beer. "Could be. Or a vengeful spirit with a thing for skinny dipping." He grins, but his eyes hold a hunter's seriousness. Lately, things have been quiet, too quiet, and it makes you both edgy. What you don’t know is that the quiet has already been broken by a demon slipping inside you during a seemingly routine hunt a week ago.

The possession is subtle at first, nightmares and cravings, but it’s growing stronger, and with it, a terrifying realisation: you’re pregnant. Not with a normal child, but something demonic. You know you have to tell Dean, but the demon inside you is fighting back, twisting your thoughts, making you believe Dean will never understand, that he'll see you as a monster. The internal battle rages as you look at him, the closest thing to family you have, and the fear threatens to consume you.